Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking and humiliation. All characters are 18 or older.
Teacher’s Rules contains three stories:
Femdom Class for the Jock
Peter Leyton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn’t look like that’s going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Sarah Kelly notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The domineering and ever-so-sexy professor decides it’s time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what a woman who actually knows how to handle him looks like.
Student Takes Charge
If he’s being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the female college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there’s someone in his class who won’t get pushed too far. Melanie, an undergraduate who knows how to take charge, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. She’s willing to keep this secret between them, but she wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves.
Spanking After Class
Jackson doesn’t know why he started the rumor about Professor Eliza Richardson, his young and beautiful economics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Ms. Clay herself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean’s heard a lot more.
Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he’s probably earned the spanking she’ll give him, but did Ms. Clay really have to tell Professor Richardson about the whole thing, too? Surely the professor will find her own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.
“I’m going to punish you, Sam,” she explained, her hand opening first the belt and then my fly to push my pants down to my knees and allow them to fall the rest of the way to the floor. I clutched a hand over my crotch, now covered only by a pair of thin white briefs. “You don’t seem to be grasping that reality,” she went on. “It’s either me or the Chair of your Department. Which one do you want it to be?”
I stared at her, caught in an impossible place. I had no one to blame but myself. Why had I done it? And now I was completely at her mercy.
“You,” I whispered.
“Me? You want me to punish you?”
I grimaced, trying to think of some other option.
“Sam? What’s it going to be?”
The smile returned to her face. “That’s a good boy. I thought you’d see it my way. It just took a little explaining. Now bend down and pick up your pants and hand them to me. I’d hate to let them wriankle down there.”
The deep crimson flush of humiliation was rising in my face as I stared at her, paralyzed.
“Sam,” she repeated, pointing at my fallen garment.
Melanie held out her hand for it and I gave it to her. She folded it with care, placed it on the desk behind her, and then turned back to me. She eyed me up and down, evaluating the man standing before her. I was supposed to be the authority figure, but how fast the tables had turned. I felt the humiliating flush in my cheeks burning hotter than ever as I felt her soft brown eyes roving over my body.
Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from several works by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.